Oceans and Winds

Oceans and Winds I have an obsequious unnatural inclination To sustain my external compulsions And convert them to a pre-text of a sub-text Of instantaneous conclusions Bi-Partisan confusions, melted humans and rheuminations We seem to be caught up in the slipstream And lost in the vibrations Of stations and crossings, Meanderings, stoppings We seem to be following around the Indigenous of sounds That bellow up they bellow up from beneath the ground They are calling out birth from the groaning new earth In concert with itself and all living beings Ill dream an attitude of forgiveness not burdened by redress or regress or conquests If only my head dress would fit through the door Turbans burdened by scripture Crosses burning in pictures Of past-tense furious fallacies of fiction That frustrate my diction and turn contraban contradiction Into the friction that rises in full cream reprisals Of passion hate, crime and Chryslers As we stand there as misers Peering out through our greed visors All the while curling their sentiment and twisting the truth Somebody come, save me from my misspent youth! Maybe fly down a phone booth on the back of a mousse using blue tooth! Super proof our powers are used for under and over mis-use of the truth Once more, Im decomposing on the Library floor Al Gore – you had the funds to make a run But in the end you just cashed in on the climate thing Lady Gadiver riding naked on the back of a horse Gone is the course of romantic inclinations The subtle subjugations of the technological invasions On the most civil of all rights The right to speak, the right to write The freedom to focus on the beauty of the night, Without having to look back thinking “Who do I have to ing fight?” Where is the freedom? Where is the peace? Where is the moment where the pre-tense is dropped? Cut the bull , cut the violence, Give me back my internal silence And I’ll bend over backwards to find the instance That makes sense And I’ll hold on With my opposing fingers and thumb Because not even a Carmelite Nun could make me run From a moment of insight I’ll stand, and I suppose I’ll fight But I still think that Ghandi was right Take the path of ;least resistance Make your point, watch out for inquests First do no harm North Korea – Disarm!! George Orwell and Animal Farm Communism, catachlysm, bochesism of the red red red star How long, how far Must we continue to scar? The pulse of the planet gets weaker While we do question time with Mr Speaker Oh my nice white Nike sneakers sneaking through the two cents a year They pay the children in Korea Drown them all in tears while they keep making your fortunes More tunes, silver spoons, expanding moons and one of thems mine As I pull a finger sign to the inherent decline of humanity Remove the earth from all profanity And purge us of this insanity! BRING ON THE OCEANS! BRING ON THE WINDS! The End Copywrtie Elizabeth Moroz 2023